wg "That's not what people say, They've heard you make speeches since-----" Mr. Munn looked sharply at the boy. " There was an old man there," he hegan, "standing just at the edge of the platform. When I got up I saw him. I just saw him there. He was just an ordinary sort of old fellow, straw hat and overalls, nothing out of the way/' Mr. Munn realized that he did not remember what he had actually said that day at the rally. Instead, he only remembered the face of that old man. That was what seemed important now, but it was hard to find words for the importance. He discovered that the boy was not really attending to him, that he was following his own thought, and so, somewhat embarrassedly, he said, " Well, you see, it was just sort of an accident." " Yes, sir, I see," the boy replied, leaping on with his own idea; "but you know, about not going into Mr. Lightfoot's office in Cincinnati and all. If I went up there, there'd just be a lot of desk work, making up briefs and so on. There wouldn't be any chance for what you're doing. Things like the rally. What you're doing." "If we win, it'll be worth it," Mr. Munn said. "It'll be something. If we don't, it'll be something else." " You'll win, all right," the boy rejoined, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped before him. They were long, brown, sinewy hands, and they sprang strongly from the brown wrists. "You're bound to win. Everybody down round here'll be better off. Everybodyll see that." " Maybe," Mr. Munn replied. It was all so simple to the boy. People just saw what was good for them, and did it. And he was all fired up about making speeches. Telling people what was good for them. Then Mr. Munn saw the boy watching Lucille Christian again, and added to himself; And he talks to that Christian girl a couple of hours and decides he'll settle down here. It's all surface to Mm yet. Everything. He's not much better than a child. Getting older is breaking through the surfaces. Layer after kyer.